Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Excepter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.